After painting thirteen put on the white gauze hat to hide his face, he opened the door, and saw that it was the Xu brothers standing outside the door in good spirits and with a spring breeze, he asked in a worried tone: "It's you, why did you come to knock on the door before dawn?" ”

Xu Fei said with an anxious and excited face: "Brother Hong, clean up quickly!" We have to go to the gallery early, and we'll have to queue up for half a day if it's late, and it will be bad if we miss today! ”

Seeing that Xu Fei, who was still in pain from his wound last night and couldn't speak, he couldn't stand up straight, and he could take this layer into account early in the morning, and this eagerness to never miss any good opportunity was really better than the elixir, and he couldn't help but smile and asked:

"Brother Xu Fei, can you hold up your body after waiting for you so early?"

Xu Fei covered his stomach with one hand, raised it with the other and waved it: "It's not in the way!" Brother Hong, don't you know, this painting gallery that I have in mind can give me a life! After all, he didn't expect that today's unintentional joke would become a proverb not long after.

Hua Thirteen glanced at Xu Fei's positive and enterprising attitude, but deliberately lazily raised his arms and stretched his waist, yawned big, blinked his hazy sleepy eyes, and said tiredly:

"'Early worms are eaten by birds.'" It's still early, and I have to sleep for another hour. The gallery can't give me life, the bed can give me life. ”

"That's 'early bird gets worms'!" Xu Fei naturally didn't understand that this was the opportunity he was looking for, why didn't Thirteen take it to heart, and said anxiously: "Brother Hong, aren't you in a hurry?" I'm in a hurry! If you want to sleep, you can sleep, our two brothers will go first, and if it is early, we can also give you a seat for tea in the gallery! ”

Painting Thirteen squinted his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep, nodded perfunctorily, and after the figure of the Xu brothers hurriedly walked away, his crooked and scattered body suddenly straightened up, and a pair of starry eyes were as clear as the dawn, and he turned to Changling Zhengse and asked, "Are all the things ready?" ”

"It's all ready, it's all according to her rules." Chang Ling handed the heavy burden to the painting thirteen, "But thirteen young, Xu Fei said just now that the gallery is late, there will be a long queue, today is the last day of Naxin, in case she doesn't agree——"

"No in case." The thirteen eyes of the painting were deep, and a trace of fierceness flashed in the darkness, and he slowly said gently, "Two hours later, you go to Qinyuan to find me." Salute first and then soldier - no matter what, the painter who enters the gallery and is under the nose of Zhou Taifu can only be half red-faced. ”

Qinyuan is a small medicine garden located in the east of the city. It is said that there is a rattle bell at the entrance of the garden, and as long as it is rung five times, no matter what time of day it is, the people inside the door will hear the sound accordingly, and come to help the patients who seek medical treatment outside the door.

It's really a budget-conscious little money fan. Thinking like this, the corners of Hua Thirteen's mouth couldn't help but smile slightly, and he put the wooden hairpin that had been repaired last night in his sleeve, and went out from Zhong Dingxuan with the prepared baggage. When he saw the city outside the hall covered in silver, ice and snow, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, stunned for a moment, his throat moved slightly, his eyes were gloomy, and he slowly said to himself:

"It's snowing."

Last night's stars and last night's wind, the people in a corner of the house didn't know that such a big snow had fallen outside the house unconsciously and silently. In front of me, the snow of the whole long street is like a roll of delicate and flawless rice paper, which has not yet been trampled by half a trace of human traces, the dry tall trees are pressed with the crystal white of the branches, and the light snowflakes are still floating in the air, and under the white sky of the fish belly in early winter, there is a faint glimmer of stars, as if swarms of fireflies spread out the earth and cover everything from the bright galaxy.

Painting 13 tightened his collar, signed a series of faint footprints on a clean white snow, and walked towards the east of the city with the sound of "creaking, creaking" snow. Behind him, a dawn sky was about to dawn, and there were a few twinkling stars in the twilight, and a few north winds whistling and sweeping.

When he walked to the corner of the street, he found that the sky in front of him was soaked in red, and against the background of the crystal snow, the color of the cloud was like two pieces of red flying on the face of a woman in the wind and dust when she was slightly drunk, and it seemed that wisps of bamboo and piano sounded from there.

Further on, the sound of silk and bamboo singing and dancing became more and more noisy and clear, a brightly lit attic towered, the red lanterns hung high in front of the building illuminated the magnificent carved beams and paintings, and half of the street of snow was reflected like a dream, brilliant and bright.

Before he could see the words of the signboard of this building, he was suddenly obscured by the figure of a bewitching figure floating out of the building, and a strong fragrance of fat powder passed through his veil and choked his nose.

"Childe, it's you! Why did you come in the morning? Without saying anything, the woman who clinged to the thirteenth painting hooked her eyes and said coquettishly.

"Huh? Do you recognize me? A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the painting thirteen hidden behind the veil, and he raised his eyes to see the plaque upstairs - Chun Manlou.

"There are only two kinds of people in this big world-men and women, why can't the slave family recognize the son?" The woman threw away the handkerchief in her hand, swept over the veil of the painting thirteen, and said delicately, "The slave family Manman has been waiting for you for a night, it's really annoying!" It's freezing outside, come with me into the building, come to the gentle countryside of the slave family, and be warm! ”

"The girl misunderstood," after Hua Thirteen reacted, he hurriedly pushed the woman named Manman away, and said humbly, "It's not cold down there." ”

Which of the Qinglou women who can pick up customers at the door is a fuel-efficient lamp? When she saw that the painting was dressed in white, with a long jade body, and a white veil to hide her face, maybe she was a handsome boy with a great background, so she flattered her eyes and left humanity:

"The son is not cold, but the slave family is cold! Are you willing to bear this cold wind on this tuyere? As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed Thirteen's sleeve again, stalking her so hard that she wouldn't let go.

He rolled his eyes, simply no longer shirked, but strode towards Manman, slowly lowered his head, and approached Manman's face inch by inch, so close that there was almost only a layer of white yarn between the two, behind the white veil, he looked at Manman affectionately with an evil smile, as if his lustful but not obscene flirting attitude was better than how many Fengyue veterans. At this time, Manman, who was still full of charm, was slightly stunned and at a loss for a while.

Hua Thirteen stared at Manman's eyes playfully, and his amorous gaze slowly slid across her nose and lips, and whispered softly: "It seems that the girl is beautiful, but it is difficult to be gracious." But—"

This woman who has been in the wind and moon field for a long time was teased by the eyes of the thirteenth and a soft whisper, and her heart jumped slightly, and she asked in a coquettish voice: "It turns out that the humble son is also a stinky man." But what? ”

The end of the thirteen eyes was slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth climbed into a sly evil smile, staring at the woman with great interest, and said gently: "But—I don't have any money." ”

As soon as Man Man heard this, the charm on his face suddenly withdrew like a low tide, and he threw away the sleeves of the thirteen clothes he was holding in his hand, and said coldly as if he was angry: "Since there is no copper smell, where can there be a face to smell our fat powder!" ”

Manman shook his hand so violently that something flew out of Thirteen's sleeve and plunged diagonally into the soft snow.

"Huh? This hairpin is so familiar. Man Man looked at the hairpin that fell to the ground and muttered, and when Hua Thirteen leaned over to pick it up, her eyes lit up and blurted out, "Isn't this just-"

"What is it? Could it be that Miss Manman recognizes this hairpin? Seeing Manman's abnormal reaction, Hua Thirteen couldn't help but be a little interested, how could this Qinglou woman feel familiar with the ordinary wooden hairpin that Jing pharmacist was wearing on his head?

"It's just a broken hairpin." Man Man retracted his gaze from the hairpin, smiled lightly, and asked instead of answering, "Why does Childe regard it like a treasure and carry it with him?" ”

It's a bit clever to answer questions. Painting Thirteen smiled slightly, as if he did not say a word to Manman's rhetorical question, put away the hairpin casually, glanced at Manman standing thinly dressed on the tuyere, and waited indifferently after hearing that he had no money, waiting for the next merry guest passing by. He sighed slightly, and then, silently, took off the overshirt he was wearing, and gently draped it over Manman's shoulders.

A warm heat from her shoulders gradually enveloped Manman's whole body, and she was stunned for a moment, but she saw that the thirteenth day of the painting had not flirted with flirtatious appearance, and replied lightly in a gentle manner: "The girl also said, standing on the tuyere is very cold, and I can't smell your fat powder in vain." ”

If a man makes the matter of pity and pity for jade as natural and casual as greetings, then even if he is poor and poor, he can always touch the heart of the beautiful woman, which is called 'people are poor and not poor'.

Painting 13 walked away gracefully in Manman's surprised gaze, the cold wind swept by, "Ah", he shuddered, hurriedly tightened the thin collar of the wind, raised his eyes and glanced at the road to Qinyuan, the wind was on the snow, the cold was swaying, he thought about the woman behind him, and then thought about the woman in front of him, shook his head lightly on the snow road, sighed lightly, and sighed "trouble", and then accelerated his pace to step on the snow in the direction of Qinyuan.

At the end of the street, you will arrive at a clean and quiet garden, the snow is thin on the steps in front of the door, the plaque on the door is plain and elegant, and there are two small characters written on it: Qinyuan. There was a small and delicate rattle hanging by the door, and the rope that tied the bell stretched long and stretched into the depths of the Qin Garden.

Hua Thirteen stood in front of the bell, and did not reach out to shake it for a long time, but lowered his eyes and thought for a while, thinking about how to speak to her to be more sure. But at this moment, a cold wind swept over the ground, and the white gauze hat he wore on his head was suddenly lifted away, and it spun around a few times in the air with the wind. Painting Thirteen hurriedly reached out to grab it, but it was blown high like a kite, and finally fell into the wall of Qinyuan and disappeared.

At the same time, Painting 13 heard a string of ringing bells by the wind beside the door, and he hurriedly took a few steps and hurried to the door, covering the bell that was shaken by the wind. The wind gradually stopped, and Thirteen was about to carefully remove his hand from the rattle, when the wooden door was pushed open with a "creak".

In the morning light, he saw her walk out, holding a fresh red apple to her lips in her hand, reflecting her fair and ruddy cheeks.

After Jingmo opened the door, he saw that Hua Thirteen's hand had just been removed from the rattle, and he thought that he had come to Qinyuan to seek medical advice according to the rules he had set, so he asked with a gentle smile from a doctor: "Is this son uncomfortable?" ”

"No," Hua Thirteen saw that Jingmo was contemplating a pair of autumn water, and was looking at his complexion, so he explained honestly, "I'm fine." ”

Jing Moxiu frowned, and said in her heart, should this handsome and extraordinary son be like some gentlemen in the capital, specially picked out an early morning, and specially ran to Qinyuan to ring the bell just to tease her, a pharmacist who will definitely show up to treat patients as long as she smells the bell?

Not. Somewhat.

Before coming to the capital, Jingmo, as a pharmacist, always felt that the most boring thing in the world was to be unharmed, but after coming to the capital, she found that the boredom of many people here is a kind of disease, from the inside out, the kind that goes deep into the terminal.

"Since there are no symptoms, I hope that Gongzi will not come to ring my bell early in the morning." Although Jingmo's tone was not as pleasant as Fang Cai's, it was still gentle.

"Kyoyakushi misunderstood." Seeing Jingmo's soft and rippling eyes, a trace of dissatisfaction and gloom flashed, but he still took out a gentle tone like water, his heart couldn't help but soften, he chuckled secretly, and explained quite aggrievedly, "I didn't ring this bell, it was just a gust of wind that blew and shook it." ”

Jingmo thought that he would forget if he didn't admit it, but seeing that he even had to deny this at the moment, he glanced at him lightly, and said with disgust:

"It's not uncommon for the wind to blow over the bells. Therefore, I specially set the rule of rattle five tones to distinguish whether it is shaken by people or by the wind. According to Childe's meaning, the gust of wind just now will not be countable? Jingmo also wronged his son? ”